My legs inch up higher, giving him more access. His finger finds my clit, and he begins working it, but it only takes two circles and I’m screaming out his name. I feel the pressure inside me build and he comes. There is a low groan that rips through him, vibrating my very core. I lean up, pressing my lips to his in the most passionate post coital kiss I’ve ever experienced. I felt his chest on mine, his heartbeat pounding against mine as our breathing slowed.
“Everlee. You’re worth every rule I’ve broken tonight.”
I just smile since my tongue refuses to make words. I felt like one of those things at car dealerships, their arms and legs just a bunch of mush being blown around. I looked over at the window and saw the boys sitting there not moving, part of me feeling guilty they weren’t here with me, but the other part knowing my body would literally not be able to function with four of them. It would be too much coming off a six-month hiatus.
Callum kissed my forehead, bringing me back to him.
“Let’s get you washed up.”
I don’t know how much time had passed. My body was spent and my head was woozy from that in-between state of awake and asleep. The place where you feel like you’re on a merry-go-round that’s descending further and further into the dark abyss. That’s where I was.
I was still vaguely aware of what was going on around me, but I was happy. Satisfied. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this satiated. I felt like a limp noodle. A happy limp noodle that had just been thrown against the wall to see if it was done and yes, I was done.
I felt my body rocking back and forth, heard the opening and closing of doors, but I didn’t open my eyes until I felt myself being submerged in warm water.
I opened my eyes and saw Callum standing there in all his naked glory, smiling down at me. “You rest. We’re going to take care of you.”
We’re…
The smell of lavender and lemon grass wafted up as I continued to sink further into the tub. I felt a pair of hands on my feet, another on my shoulders, and a third lathering up a washcloth. I wondered where the fourth person was, but my question was answered when I felt him slide into the tub behind me, holding me against his chest, so I didn’t sink under the water.
I heard him giving soft commands to wash and rub and then I was gone.
I will not masturbate at work
Thesmellofcoffeeand bacon wafting through the air woke me up. Confused, I opened my eyes and quickly remembered I was at Callum’s house, or their house. I didn’t know what to call it.
It was early. The sun was barely beginning to peek out from behind the veil of darkness. I rolled over and found Callum sitting up in the bed, tattooed chest exposed, with his e-reader in his hand, wearing a pair of glasses. Just behind his ear, I noticed a hint of silver weaved through his dark locks. How was it possible he could get any hotter? I lifted the covers just enough to see he was wearing a pair of tight black boxers that fit low on his hips, exposing the forkalicious v that was like an arrow, directing needy cunts like mine to the man candy below.
“Good Morning.” He smiled.
“Yes.” I mumbled, still drowsy, before realizing it was a statement, not a question. “Good Morning.” I corrected, rolling on my stomach, looking at him.
“How do you feel?” He sat his e-reader on the nightstand beside him, along with his glasses.
“Good.” I wanted to scream fucking great, but I felt that was too much energy for this early in the morning. “Did you all wash me last night?”
He chuckled. “I hope that wasn’t a problem. They wanted to take care of you.”
“It’s ok.” I smiled, closing my eyes for a second.
“There’s coffee, if you want it, on the table beside you, and Emmett is fixing some breakfast downstairs.”
“How does it feel?” I mumbled into the pillow before rolling to sit up.
“How does what feel?” His words were guarded.
“To have a fantastic cock. Shit. I mean cook. To have a fantastic cook at your beck and call?”
He smiled as he rolled over on his side, letting his finger lazily stroke across my collarbone. “The cock… pretty fantastic and the cook isn’t so bad either.”
His breath smelled minty fresh, which reminded me that mine did not. I rolled out of bed because if I didn’t put space between us, I was going to be crawling on top of him and sinking onto that delicious cock in about six point nine seconds, and I didn’t want his last thoughts of me to be stinky breath McGee. “You’re dangerous.” I mumbled.
I looked down and noticed I was wearing a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts.
“I’d say the same thing about you.” He said, admiring the way I looked in his clothes, before he rolled out of bed and reached towards the sky.
Holy shit, he was sexy.
